At work tonight. Suddenly I feel cooped up. For some unknown reasons I'm thinking of what to do for the future: what should I work as? what will happen if i choose this or that? And the best part is, I have no time to sit down and think, and I don't know the answer too.
Sometimes there is a part of me that feels a sense of pitiness for the patients who want to go home (desperately, keen or expressed an interest) but aren't able to for some reasons. I guess I can understand their helplessness, but hey I'm helpless too.
On my way around I saw this (slightly) elderly patient with an NG tube sitting on a wheelchair, presumably uncommunicative, and a lady (presumably his wife) was stroking his hand. A touching sight to see, admist all the calls and stuff I'm getting for tonight.
I don't think anyone is reading this blog anymore. Anyway if you do read, drop a tag ya so that I know this blog is still being read.